Sometimes, he woke up to the sound of an alarm clock. Sometimes Jack yelled at him to get out of bed and get ready for school. Very rarely was there an occasion where he just slept in. In nice cotton sheets, in a house by the lake, with a well deserved breakfast. It was someone's nice vacation home that they had found and certainly put to good use.
Alex padded down the hallway in his pajamas relishing the feel of the cool hardwood floor on his feet. He could smell eggs and bacon and pancakes even that made his mouth water. He sat on the couch in the oversized living room (that had a plasma television, I mean come on, who needs one for their vacation house). There was already a fire crackling in the fireplace.
Alex thought of the fire and smirked. He liked fire now, a lot, ever since that night in the cave four months ago. Such a strong contrast from the cold, was this room right now. Everything was warm. Even the bathroom was warm. 'Hmm. Shower. I could really use one. Wonder if Yassen would take one with me.' Just as Alex began to fall asleep again he felt a warm body curve into his. Yassen kissed his jaw and Alex shivered. "Come on, you know that tickles," Alex said with a gentle smack to his lovers' head.
"I do know. That's why I did it, sleeping beauty. I made pancakes." Yassen continued to pepper his face with kisses.
Alex smirked, "Yeah, I could smell them. I just don't really feel like getting up." He buried his face into the redheads' neck. He felt Yassens' arms snake around him and pull him up. He locked eyes with the Russian and silently agreed that he would get up and eat this breakfast that his lover had so kindly made for him.
Breakfast was a good excuse to sit at the table with Yassen and just look at him. Alex knew he was acting kind of like a prepubescent girl with her first crush, but he couldn't help it. The red hair and blue eyes had that kind of effect on him. Yassen motioned Alex over to the couch. True to his word, Yassen hadn't pushed Alex into anything too sexual yet. Although the blonde really kind of wished he would. They were at this lake house as long as they wanted to be, ample opportunity to push it a little further. Alex realized he had been staring when those gorgeous blue eyes connected with his and Yassen smirked. The Russian asked slyly, "What are you thinking about, Alex?" Alex blushed like a virgin (well was he still a virgin? He wasn't sure anymore).
"If I tell you, you can't laugh or say anything stupid about how cheesy this is." The redhead nodded. "I was thinking about us. Are we, I don't know, are we like boyfriends or something? Like, are we going steady or whatever?" Yassen tried. He bit his lip, he looked at anything but Alex, but then he broke down smiled.
"Yes Alex, we're boyfriends and we're going steady if you like to put it that way. You mean a lot to me," Yassen replied as he held the teen's hand. Alex blushed again and looked at a thread on the assassins jeans.
"That was pretty cheesy wasn't it?"
"A little. But you're allowed to be. Cause I love it when you are."
Alex leaned up and kissed Yassen full on the mouth with all the emotion he could possibly put into it. Yassen kissed back and smiled as he held the teen on the sofa until sleep overtook them.